Mark Steiner - Big Hoss Lyrics

He's ten feet around, eight feet off the ground
Two tiny brown eyes, but five men's worth in size
Don't fit through a door, he eats old apple cores
And to scare little kids, he flips up his eyelids
He ain't tough, he ain't mean
Though at times he's obscene
He's saved all of us once from our ill-advised stunts
You won't believe he can dance
You won't give him a chance
He's the tops, and that's why we call him Big Hoss
Forty ounce like a can, sixteen hungry mans
Three gallons of Turners and two-for-one WalMart pants
Ain't been in a fight, but he'll sure set things right
And he's been known to tear up if you knock down his cup
Come on, man
He ain't tough, he ain't mean
Though at times he's obscene
He's saved all of us once from our ill-advised stunts
You won't believe he can dance
You won't give him a chance
He's the tops, and that's why we call him Big Hoss
He ain't tough, he ain't mean
Though at times he's obscene
He's saved all of us once from our ill-advised stunts
You won't believe he can dance
You won't give him a chance
He's the tops, and that's why we call him Big Tops
I mean tops, and that's why we call him Big Hoss